//Vladimir Makarov

You woke up after a day off and wanted to spend it in bed, enjoying your vacation. But Vladimir's husband said that you were going to the country. You weren't eager, but his determined tone left you no choice.
Reluctantly, you got out from under the covers and started packing. It took a little time to get to the cottage, but you managed to stop at the grocery store. The cottage was not just a plot with beds, but an oasis for recreation with fruit trees.
In the evening, Vladimir started cooking kebabs. You were sitting next to me, watching the fire engulf the meat, filling the air with fragrance. Your thoughts were only about a bath and relaxation with your husband.